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I prod with my mouth still, but when Gabriella refuses to continue speaking, I smile, enjoying her resistance far more than she would have dreamed of imagining.
I lick her entire leg, graze my teeth in the area behind her knee and resume licking until I pass through her groin, provokeher entrance, and go down. It's when I start over for the fourth time that she surrenders.
“And she wasn't alone!” she admits it.
I nod, and Gabriella breathes a sigh of relief. I lean my body over hers, supporting my own weight on my hands and knees and keeping my head still at her hips.
“And what else, Gabriella?”
“More?” She gasps, making me laugh again. I kiss her hip area, and thebambinawhimpers.
“Yes, Bellamia, what else?”
My fingers brush her pussy lips while my mouth worships her abdomen and continues upwards until I reach her small breasts with hard nipples. I tease one, then the other with my beard, tongue, teeth, and lips. I only stop when Gabriella's moans turn into completely desperate screams.
She would come with just my mouth on her breasts if I let her, but I don't, and her whole body trembles, overwhelmed, when I pull away.
Desperate for relief, Gabriella forces her legs in an attempt to close them when I bring my thumb closer to her clit. The movement is futile, and I touch the swollen nub slowly. My finger slides slowly, up, and down.
“Please, Don, please!” She asks before closing her eyes and giving in to the slow torture until she's about to cum again. I stop.
“And what else?”
“I was stuck with them,” she adds, and I slide two fingers slowly into her completely luscious canal. Gabriella gasps at therhythmic invasion and lifts her hips, but she can't move them toward my fingers.
“Vittorio...” My name is a plea on her lips as she tries to establish some control over her own breathing and fails again and again.
“And what else,bambina?” Her response is a negative shake of her head that makes me click my tongue. “I can do this all day, Gabriella.” It should be a threat, but it sounds like the promise of pleasure it is to me.
I speed up the movements of my fingers and reach out with my other hand, grabbing a perky breast tightly. Supersensitive and overexcited as Gabriella is, I only need three deep thrusts before I stop, because her walls throb announcing that she's about to cum.
Her mouth expels her despair in whimpers, sweat soaks her skin and drips onto the sheets, and every inch of her skin has goosebumps. I love everything. The smell, the sounds, the sensations climbing my spine, the control, but most of all, her. I love having her under my absolute and unconditional control.
My balls hurt and the front of my underwear is completely wet with precum, but I don't care. I bend over Gabriella's legs and gently lick the red, swollen folds. Her reaction is even more uncontrolled than when the licks were intense.
“And they humiliated me!” she screams, finally reaching the point where I wanted her: the one where not even the thought of me stopping is bearable. “Your mother ambushed me. There were many women from the mafia, they humiliated me.” Each admission is interrupted by a groan torn from the back of her throat. However, when she stops talking, I stop licking.
“I told you everything. Please sir! Please!” I look up and find her face marked by trails of tears.
“Did you really?” I ask, still leaning over her hips. She confirms, shaking her head frantically. “Why, Gabriella?”
“Why what?”
“Why didn't you react?” I question, and she shakes her head frantically again, now denying it. “Why?” Gabriella clenches her teeth as if she's afraid the words will come out of her mouth without her permission.
I click my tongue and lift my spine. I remove my fingers from inside her and resume the work of fingering her pussy gently. A slow, delicate caress of my thumb on her clitoris makes Gabriella squirm all over, without bothering to force the restraints, which only intensifies her pleasure, because my girl likes pain.
“Why, Gabriella?” I ask again, slipping three fingers deep into her hot flesh and ready to torture her by keeping them still inside, but she finally surrenders.
“Because I'm nothing!”
CHAPTER 50
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Gabriella Matos
I am an uncontrolled set of ardors. My outstretched arms and legs, my throat, my pussy, everything stings, hurts and burns. Thick tears flow from the corners of my eyes and I don't know if it's because of pleasure, because of frustration, because of the weight that the newly shouted words placed on my panting chest, or because of something else. Still, I must have done something right. I must have said something right, because Vittorio finally pulls down his boxers, freeing his erection. He presses one hand on my hips while the other directs his hard cock towards my entrance.
